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Pagina 12
... thought , and you fhall find ' Tis light as chaff that flies before the wind . Were all those wonders wrought by power divine , As means or ends of fome more deep design ? Moft fure as means , whofe end was this alone , To prove the ...
... thought , and you fhall find ' Tis light as chaff that flies before the wind . Were all those wonders wrought by power divine , As means or ends of fome more deep design ? Moft fure as means , whofe end was this alone , To prove the ...
Pagina 19
... thoughts they can conceive . But , if they think at all , ' tis sure no higher Than matter , put in motion , may aspire : Souls that can scarce ferment their mass of clay : So droffy , fo divisible are they , As would but ferve pure ...
... thoughts they can conceive . But , if they think at all , ' tis sure no higher Than matter , put in motion , may aspire : Souls that can scarce ferment their mass of clay : So droffy , fo divisible are they , As would but ferve pure ...
Pagina 25
... thought , Alone the walk'd , and look'd around in vain , With rueful vifage , for her vanifh'd train : None of her fylvan fubjects made their court ; Levées and couchées pafs'd without refort . So hardly can ufurpers manage well Those ...
... thought , Alone the walk'd , and look'd around in vain , With rueful vifage , for her vanifh'd train : None of her fylvan fubjects made their court ; Levées and couchées pafs'd without refort . So hardly can ufurpers manage well Those ...
Pagina 26
... thought at first they dream'd ; for ' twas offence With them , to queftion certitude of sense , Their guide in faith : but nearer when they drew , And had the faultlefs object full in view , Lord , how they all admir'd her heavenly hue ...
... thought at first they dream'd ; for ' twas offence With them , to queftion certitude of sense , Their guide in faith : but nearer when they drew , And had the faultlefs object full in view , Lord , how they all admir'd her heavenly hue ...
Pagina 27
... thought this hour th ' occafion would present To learn her fecret caufe of difcontent , Which , well the hop'd , might be with ease redress'd , Confidering her a well - bred civil beast , And more a gentlewoman than the reft . After ...
... thought this hour th ' occafion would present To learn her fecret caufe of difcontent , Which , well the hop'd , might be with ease redress'd , Confidering her a well - bred civil beast , And more a gentlewoman than the reft . After ...
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The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces ..., Volume 14,Pagina 2 Samuel Johnson Volledige weergave - 1779 |
The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces ..., Volume 14,Pagina 2 Samuel Johnson Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 1779 |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
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Pagina 214 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure — Rich the treasure Sweet the pleasure. Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain, Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Pagina 201 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : When Nature underneath a heap of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high. Arise ye more than dead. Then cold and hot, and moist and dry, In order to their stations leap, And music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in man.
Pagina 215 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Pagina 11 - Disguised in mortal mould and infancy? That the great Maker of the world could die? And after that trust my imperfect sense, Which calls in question His Omnipotence?
Pagina 137 - I been depos'd, if you had reign'd! The father had descended for the son, For only you are lineal to the throne.
Pagina 27 - She made a mannerly excuse to stay, Proffering the Hind to wait her half the way: That, since the sky was clear, an hour of talk Might help her to beguile the tedious walk. With much good-will the motion was embrac'd...
Pagina 214 - Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face : Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes! Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain; Bacchus...
Pagina 202 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot...
Pagina 218 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies ; She drew an angel down.
Pagina 111 - On his left hand twelve reverend owls did fly. So Romulus, 'tis sung, by Tiber's Brook, Presage of sway from twice six vultures took. Th 'admiring throng loud acclamations make And omens of his future empire take.